Looking at the silver notes on the wine table, Cheng Qier's face turned a little flushed and her mood was in a stir. It was still five thousand taels. The eleven-year-old boy threw out ten thousand taels in a glass of wine without changing his face. This... courage! When he looked at Jia Huan again, his eyes became extremely hot.

Jia Lian was a little confused. He knew that Jia Huan had money. But just throwing out ten thousand taels so easily was really shocking. Could it be that what he took out was not silver notes, but waste paper? I am afraid that most of his wealth would be thrown out!

Yuan Hao glanced at Jia Huan, smiled, and looked at Cheng Qier and Jia Lian. The two of them retreated with tactfulness. The matter involved in the palace, so it was not convenient for them to listen.

After the two left the living room, Yuan Hao slowly spoke: "This is Zheng Guojiu's own decision."

Yuan Hao was Emperor Yongzhi's confidant, and such a thing could never be mistaken. Jia Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

If the emperor instructed Zheng Guojiu to kill the prison student, it means that the emperor had made up his mind and had made plans. With the political means of the emperor taking away the two great scholars in Nanshu, Jia Huan could go home and take a shower and go to bed.

If Zheng Guojiu made his own decision, it means that the emperor was just following the trend. As long as the general trend is changed, it is possible to change the emperor's decision.

Jia Huan's judgment is also the latter.

Various information shows that although Emperor Yongzhi has various shortcomings, he can be regarded as a wise ruler. It is unlikely that he can deal with the third-rank Zuo Deputy Censor who is the third-rank.

But Jia Huan must have an accurate answer when it comes to the mountain captain's life. Now he has got it.

…

Jia Huan and the young minister of Guanglu Temple, Yuan Hao, had a secret talk for about half an hour, then took Jia Lian away from the embroidery building with him, took a carriage out of the Hutong, and headed west to the city.

The bustling night market is hustle and bustle is spreading into the exquisite carriages, and the lights are looming.

Jia Lian could no longer help and asked, "Brother Huan, I shouldn't have said that, but the profit of honeycomb coal in a year is only 8,000 taels. If we give 5,000 taels to Yuan Shaoqing, how can we make any profit?" Jia Lian did not dare to question Jia Huan, but the complaints in his tone were still revealed.

Jia Huan was falling into his own thoughts, interrupted Jia Lian, frowned slightly, and said, "How much money is expected to be in a year for coal purchases in the palace?"

Seeing that Jia Huan was unhappy, Jia Lian restrained his emotions and said with a smirk: "It's hard to estimate. It is estimated that there will be a purchase quota of 10,000 taels."

The red charcoal used in the palace is all about red charcoal. This charcoal has no taste and no smoke. It is very popular among noble people. Honeycomb coal is far behind. It is estimated that only palace maids and eunuchs will use it. It is also used in daily life.

Jia Huan shook his head and pointed: "The Jia family's honeycomb coal offerings in the palace can be said to be the imperial court and the tribute. With this as the focus of publicity, the market around Northern Zhili will be spread out. Brother Lian can do this next."

Changing the label produced by the Jia Mansion into a palace tribute will greatly improve the brand reputation. Pretending to behave has been basically the same throughout the ages. There is no problem in seizing the Beizhili honeycomb coal market.

Jia Lian was slightly stunned, and then looked at Jia Huan in admiration. Jia Huan obviously said casually, but it was a good idea. If he could win the honeycomb coal market in Beizhili, wouldn’t that be a lot of money?

Jia Lian was excited for a while before he remembered what happened today. Although he was a false position of a Tongzhi, he had friends in the circle of nobles. He still knew about the recent Zuo Deputy Censor Zhang Anbo being imprisoned. He said carefully: "Brother Huan, you just need 5,000 taels of silver to buy a piece of news."

Jia Huan glanced at Jia Lian and said bluntly: "You don't understand."

A gentleman is used to be righteous, while a villain is used to be profit. Respecting teachers and respecting the truth, knowing kindness is the basic principle of a person's life and dealing with things. Where morality lies, the interests must of course be abandoned. If you buy a definite news for 5,000 taels of silver, he thinks it is worth it.

Jia Huan said that Jia Lian didn't understand because Jia Lian was unreliable in major events. The most typical example was Lin Daiyu's father Lin Ruhai's orphanage. If he were a gentleman, Lin Daiyu's property could not be swallowed. If Jia Lian knew that his current opponent was the emperor, he would probably be in vain.

Jia Lian was speechless.

Jia Huan patted Jia Lian on the shoulder and leaned over to ask Hu Xiaosi who was driving the car, "Go to the uncle Yongfang at the mansion of Xiaoxiao."

He is going to meet Wang Ziteng. Since it was not the emperor's instructing uncle Zheng Guojiu, then his itinerary tonight is not over yet.

…

Jia Huan arrived at the royal palace and went straight in. Hu Xiaosi drove the car to take Jia Lian back to the Jia palace first.

As the descendant of the four major families that Wang Ziteng likes, Jia Huan will not be stuck in the gatehouse when he comes to the palace. However, if Wang Ziteng is not in the palace, Jia Huan can only wait.

Wang Ziteng's eldest son Wang Chengsi came over and showed his face. He was about in his early thirties, with a medium body, a slightly round face and a short beard. He said, "Father is at Xie Xiang's mansion today, Zi Yu sits there."

Wang Chengsi knew that Jia Huan's backer was about to fall and would still rely on his father in the future. Therefore, he spoke in a contemptuous tone and said a few words to Jia Huan, and then left the small hall where Jia Huan was waiting on the excuse of something.

Jia Huan suppressed his emotions. His first priority now was to persuade Wang Ziteng to help. The case of the mountain chief was investigated by Wang Ziteng and the famous court officials and the right censor Qi Chi.

At this time, Wang Ziteng was talking about at the mansion of Xie Xuan, the chief minister of the court. It is said that Grand Secretary Xie and Grand Secretary He, the friend of Grand Secretary He, were not in harmony. One was the prime minister and the other was the second minister. It was extremely normal for conflicts. Not to mention the disagreement of political ideas.

In the small hall, Jia Huan sat quietly, pondering his plans and listening to the light rain outside the hall in the night.

He remembered more than 100 classmates from the academy in the ninth year of Yongzhi. When he was laughing in the Minglun Hall of the academy, he talked about the famous saying of the chairman: Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, and having endless fun. The words come from "Selected Works of ******".

At this time, this heaven refers to the emperor, Emperor Yongzhi, who ruled the world for eleven years, ascended the throne by coup and had a strong political ability.

Jia Huan took a deep breath.

…

On a rainy night, Wang Ziteng returned home from Grand Secretary Xie's mansion and learned that Jia Huan and others were in the mansion, so he asked his eldest son Wang Chengsi to call Jia Huan to the inner study room.

The study is elegant and quiet, with bonsai planted, and calligraphy and paintings are listed.

Wang Ziteng is in his fifties, with a very beautiful hair and a majestic temperament. He leans on the soft bed. He is a beautiful concubine with a slender and graceful figure and a decade-old woman serving Wang Ziteng's face.

After the beautiful concubine took the sobering soup and left, Wang Ziteng said: "I drank some wine at Xie Xiang's mansion today. What's wrong with Ziyu coming to see me?"

Wang Ziteng's hint is quite obvious. If you want to talk about Zhang Anbo, you don't need to talk about it. Many people are thinking about the position of the left deputy censor.

Jia Huan sighed in her heart and said, "I came here for my elder sister's affairs in the palace." The elder sister Jia Huan said was Jia Yuanchun. At this time, she was already a female history in the palace.

Wang Ziteng was a little surprised, and then smiled. How could Jia Huan hide his thoughts from him? It was probably similar to the statement of the strategicist of the Warring States Period. He will listen to it.

Jia Huan's expression became solemn, and he said in a steady tone: "The person who poisoned the Imperial College Supervisor is Zheng Guojiu."

Wang Ziteng took a sip of sobering soup with a smile and said unmoved: "I know."

Jia Huan continued: "Concubine Zheng has no son. She only has one younger brother named Zheng Guojiu."

The smile on Wang Ziteng's face faded and became serious. He sat upright, looked at Jia Huan, and said in a deep voice: "The lives of just a few prison students cannot touch the uncle Zheng."

Although the foreign relatives in the state are not to be granted marquis, only empty officials. However, it is impossible to say that there is no connection between the palace and the outside court. The support point of Concubine Zheng’s external court is her younger brother. If he can get rid of Zheng Guogong, it is possible to change the situation in the palace.

Of course, it also needs to be operated. Concubine Zheng has the emperor's favor. But the most fatal thing about her is that she does not have a son yet.

The position of concubines in the palace cannot be said to be a carrot or a pit, but the emperor's energy is limited. If there is a free position around him, he can naturally fill in it. His niece may not have no chance.

Jia Huan looked at Wang Ziteng's eyes and said calmly: "I have the handle of Zheng Guojiu in my hand."

Wang Ziteng looked at Jia Huan and then laughed, "Haha... Ziyu, you really planned to the extreme for Zhang Boyu. I heard that you and him have no name as teachers and students. Why is this?"

Of course, Jia Huan's subtext was to ask him to let the water go. He was indeed convinced by Jia Huan. Of course, there was another detail to be dealt with. The attack on Zhang Boyu was to adhere to the will of the emperor, and he had no intention of losing the trust of the emperor. This still needs to be dealt with.

Jia Huan's eyes were calm and replied: "I wish to repay you on the Golden Platform and support Yulong to die for you."

Wang Ziteng was stunned and nodded slightly.

This poem is a famous poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Li He, "The Prefect of Yanmen". King Zhao of Yan built a golden platform to attract talents from all over the world. "Yulong" is a synonym for the sword. In order to repay the king's courtesy and value it, he is willing to use the sword to serve the king.

Jia Huan meant that in order to repay Zhang Anbo's kindness for his kindness and support him, he was willing to make efforts to plan for Zhang Anbo and run around, even if the emperor took action against Zhang Anbo.

"Ziyu, it's like an ancient man!" Wang Ziteng was slightly jealous of Zhang Anbo. He didn't have such a talent under his command.

Wang Ziteng and Jia Huan had a secret talk that night for a long time.

…

On May 29th, on the 29th day of the day, the prince of the nine provinces and the right censor Qi Chi reported to Emperor Yongzhi on the case of poisoning the Imperial College student and closed the case.

The left deputy censor Zhang Anbo was indeed responsible for "missing the inspection". The case immediately entered the second stage, investigating Zhang Anbo's various illegal incidents.

That night, guests gathered in Zheng Guojiu's mansion. The banquet lasted until the early morning and it was not over. The singer danced and the wine was frequently held.

Of course, this is far worse than the banquet at the home of the former Ming Dynasty chief minister Li Dongyang. Li’s banquets often last all night long.

Zheng Guojiu had already left the banquet and met a middle-aged man in the study.

The middle-aged man said, "Mr. Zheng, the matter is done. This is the land deed document issued by Daxing County." The shops in the hands of the prisoners had transferred the land outside the city to Zheng Guojiu. The case had been settled. The matter ended here and he won a great victory.
Chapter completed!